Hunchback Girl: She Thinks Of Heaven

My Father, it is surely a blue place, And Straight. Right. Regular. Where I shall find No need for scholarly nonchalance or looks A little to the left or guards upon the Heart to halt love that runs without crookedness Along its crooked corridors. My Father, It is a planned place surely. Out of coils, Unscrewed, released, no more to be marvelous, I shall walk straightly through most proper halls Proper myself, princess of properness.